West Rochester High School - W Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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,X I l I f, f sgecwsah' C said, Imagine that, Father saying such a thing at such an important time as this. Harold stood stupidly in the middle of the Hoor, hat in hand. Mother looked at him pityingly and with a sigh, went quietly into the study. She argued eloquently with Father. Father was obdurate and stuck to I'll think about it. Fifteen minutes passed. At last Mother's earnestness won and Father reluct- antly gave in. VVell mother, he said, 'KI guess you know what is best for the boy. Let him go tonight for I-Ier sake but he must be more considerate of us after thisf, Harold was still standing in the middle of the floor when Mother came out. She told him to go and have a fine time. He did not move and his mother thought perhaps he had not heard. Finally he turned toward her and, with a serious face, kissed her. As he was leaving the house, the telephone rang. The call might be for him so he waited. It was!!! I-Ie ran into the house, grabbed the receiver and yelled, Hello ! The familiar, adorable voice, which answered him, brought him out of his lethargy. Ch, Harold, I'm so sorry. Aunt Nell is sick and I have to stay home with her. So I can't go to the dance. I'm terribly sorry! I-Iarold was startled. But he determined to see her tomorrow, if not tonight. W'ill you go to the theater with me tomor- row night? The girl considered. Therr she answered him. ' I'll think about it. ' ,ll....l--.i- , , , Faculty Holds Live Picnic p UR beloved faculty, succumbing to the lure of the hot dog and peanut hunt, put on a real picnic at Mr. Naramore's cottage, Windsor Beach, September the Thir- teenth. Abandoning eighth periods and other bind- ing duties, they formed a parade and drove to Windsor Beach. The picnic was started with baseball and tennis. Mr. Spouse, though he can sing the high ones,', found it impos- sible to hit the high ones which Mr. Pultz sent over the plate and fanned three times. Mr. Boutwell, striding boldly to the plate, cast dignity to the ground Cin the form of his coatj and before the eyes of the amazed on- lookers, smote the ball most severely. The ball flew many yardsiwhilst Mr. Boutwell cantered around the bases to make the only home-run. Then the male members lined up and began removing sheets from a clothes-line. Mr. Meinhardt and Mr. Bennett showed signs of previous training and easily won first and second prizes respectively. Miss Parker and Miss Storey made a suc- cessful trip in Mr. Naramore's canoe. When WW-fs - 1 ,+- fi-if f X gf Z-.-X Q ii Y.. Lf I 4?-' 'N D 1 E-X-, J HELLO MEN! ureu. oo-r ol' rn' Gmac:- inn-HA X -1. M -,M Q l S x 'Y--' H '73 MM- ' - 5.: E W 'gf' 'G-11 '- f- MoneS 'E-:G ,A ' 'z-4, cuma me wlwrs ' new AN, NW HE'5 TRYING ns ns cwmsg To Swwl' TAKWC' HAMA A gnu . Q? I 1, . they reached shore, Mr. Kenyon declared his intention of braving the breakers of Ontario single handed. I-Ie began industriously shov- ing water behind him and, when he reached a smooth surface, calmly turned the canoe over.

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,X i I 1 X, but XQCIDEADX' 4 angry, not only at Harold, but at his wife be- cause she was for ever in favor of Harold. The next evening, as Harold started to put on his hat and coat, Father asked him where he was going. Oh, just out with the bunch. VVelre 'due at Bill's for a 'frat' meeting to- night. At that, Father protested. Young man, you've been going out too much lately, instead of studying a little. People will be beginning to think that you have no home. Any how, it wouldn't hurt you to stay here with your mother and me at least once during a week. You'd better stay in tonight and a few others and let us see something of you. 'kBut, Dad, can't I go just for a little while anyway ? Well, I'll think about it. But, Dad, itls twenty minutes to eight and I told the fellows I'd meet them at quarter to. I told you I'd think about it ! Here Mother came to Harold's rescue. She had been watching his downcast expression during Father's lectureg so she made a reply instead of her son. She said, Well, I think it would be all right if he promised to be in early, don't you, Harold ? Of course Harold agreed and so Father had to, also. Mother had those convincing ways that made you want to please her. Harold went out, happy, carefree, ready for a regular good old time, forgetting all about home, Father and the next night-everything except Her. It was Friday afternoon-The Day. There happened to be dancing at school which of course kept him later than usual. Then he walked home with Her, more of a stroll than a walk, even though the weather was cold enough to bite onefs fingers, toes and nose off. That brought him home about five minutes after Father. just his luck. Of course Father wanted to know the reasons for his tardiness and Harold explained. Father was in a bad mood from the night before and this bit of information only helped to make the mood worse. . L A Harold ate his dinner in a great hurry, jumped up before the others were through, without excusing himself, and flew upstairs. Mrs. F arnum, realizing that he would probably be late and have to hurry, had carefully laid all his things on the bed ready for him. I-Ie wasn't a bit particular where he threw the things he took off-never even thought of them-his mind was on Her. She lived so far away but he mustn't keep her waiting. Meanwhile, there was a hot discussion downstairs. Father declared that Harold could not go out tonight. He had been out as much as he would allow. Mother was try- ing to help Harold out without telling Father who the girl was that I-Iarold was to take. Father had never liked the idea of this girl more out of jealousy than anything else. It seems 'queer but it is true that a father hates to see some girl take his son away from him. At last Mother told the whole story-who the girl was-where they were going and ended that he would have to go because he could not disappoint the girl. Father would not even give in to this. I'll think about it, said he. Harold came down with a rush, ready to Hy out of the door but was suddenly detained by a gruff command from the living room. Meekly, Harold walked in ready for what he had been expecting. I-Ie stood before his father waiting for the worst calling down he- had ever received. All father said was, I'll think about your going out tonight, and. calmly walked into the study. Harold stared after him scarcely compre- hending his father's words. When he realized' the catastrophe that had befallen him, he' went into an angry tantrum such as all spoiled persons experience when their wishes are de- nied. What would he do? What would he say? Would she go with someone else or stay home? Mother did not say a word except to repeat slowly and in a whisper, I'll think about it. Harold raved on. Mother looked thought- fully at the study door and did not speak again until Harold paused for breath. Then sher X

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,Xi l I X, skeins ff The water came just three inches below his ears. The beach was turned into a golf course which was mostly hazards and the faculty be- gan testing their stance. When the clouds of sand settled, Miss Gibbs had dropped her meadow-marble into the hole, winning first prize. Miss Fisher won the championship in the nail-driving contest. Teachers with bandaged thumbs may be pointed out as also-ran's. The refreshment committee demonstrated how the lunch room should be run and served one hundred and six ravenous teachers with thirty-five pounds of red hots. Mr. Edwards declared, as he was leaving West High School, that he intended to be the life of the party. He gave up in despair, when Mr. Kenyon clinched the title with his water act. ' Q Barnaby's Youth We were discussing the supernatural, old Barnaby and I. He tapped the ashes from his pipe into the open fireplace and volun- teered this tale: When I was a lad, of twenty or twenty- one, I was as wild as they make them. People are bound to reform the younger generation of today, but let me tell you, son, some of these perfect guys, who are always raving about the indecencies and vices of the modern youth, have very faint recollections of their own younger days, especially, when you con- sider that when I was young there had been no Volstead Act! As I was saying, I was a -?- raiser. The town where I lived, although only a small country place, possessed a very good saloon. It was a fine place for a young fel- low like me to go to, but I spent most of my time there. Sometimes I took a little more than was good for me. Such recollections make my mouth water! Well-one night during summer, I started for home. My course took me past the village cemetery. There is nothing pleasant about passing a cemetery in the dead of night any- way. Our village had board walks. NVhile I was strolling along with more or less apprehen- sive feelings about that cemetery, I heard an unholy racket behind me. Something was walking behind me. Every step it took came down with a clampety clump- clump. Then I could hear something jangling, like the clinking of chains. For a fellow who was in the unnatural condition that I was, it had a very ghastly sound. N ot to say that I believe in ghosts-I think it is all nonsensical superstition, to tell you the truth, but I do confess at that time I was thoroughly frightened., I could feel cold tremors rushing over my body as if an' icy hand had seized my vitals in its grip. I dared to look back. The apparition which confronted me was too much for my fast-ebbing courage to face. I saw a long, white figure, carrying a light, and its eyes stared at me with a kind of a ghostly phos- porescent look. With one yell, I raced home as fast as I could. Here my friend stopped and laughed. Con- tinuing, he said, Well son, about a week after- wards the mystery was solved. I never told anyone about my experience because as I said, I was drunk that night and I really didn't know whether I had the D. T.'s or not. Some neighbors came over one night, and it seems that the same night that I had that fright was the one when their colt broke his chain. Foolishly enough, they had taken a long chain and staked him out and had for- gotten to put him in the barn that evening. Of course the creature ran away. 'lThe fellow who owned him heard the colt running away and he clambered out of bed in his night-shirt and grabbed a lantern. I-Ie went out just the way he was and caught the colt. . So you see the ghost that I saw was really nothing but our neighbor, leading home his horse. The clanking chain, the horse's eyes reflecting the light of the lantern and the night- shirt certainly made a pretty good-looking ghost. But I've been on the water wagon ever since!